Chapter 18: Youre Not Good Enough (2)

Chapter 18: Youre Not Good Enough (2)

Episode 18. Youre Not Good Enough (2)

Manifestation.

I transformed the statues form.

The muscular legs that supported its massive body became slender.

Cuddle, cuddle, cuddle!

The statue lost its balance and fell to its knees.

All of this was possible because the statue was not a monster.

Not a monster.

How could you be so sure?

Because I checked the update history.

New Rift, Counts Citadel is added.

New Named Monster, Count Ascura : Lv.430

Counts Stronghold.

The only monster that appears is Count Ascura.

If so, direct interference may be possible.

That judgment was correct.

Not a monster, but not a demon either.

The [Natural Enmity] hadnt been activated.

It was a bit of a drain on my magic, but it was fine.

What did you just say?! Heh?!

Did you all see that monster, once and for all!!!

Everybody move! Now is not the time to be distracted!

There were plenty of players, if not necessarily me.

My entrance into the main gate was the signal.

Knocking over the gargoyle that served as the gatekeeper was the final straw.

Players were entering the castle, inside, like a tide.

I wouldnt be the only one.

And yet.

I had a purpose, after all.

Hunt the vampires. (in progress)

Let them know the hunt has begun. (Successful)

Make them feel the fear of being hunted. (Ongoing)

You think you can take down Count Ascura by yourself?

That was arrogance.

It didnt make sense based on level alone.

Level 100 vs. Level 430

But I had a card called [Ritual of the Demon].

I also had the right demonic items for its sacrifice.

So what I needed to do was simple.

Make Count Ascura feel the slightest bit of fear through the demonic ritual.

After that, the rest is history.

Ill leave it to the other players.

Theyd get some credit.

Experience points, of course.

If youre lucky, you might even get some loot.

Yeah, so.

Why dont you walk a little slower, my legs?

I made a rational, evidence-based decision!

I was more confident than that.

Like I was on a runway.

I was strutting through the castle.

How can you look at a portrait like that and not want to eat? You have a good stomach. Ascura.

Suddenly, Im at a huge dining room table, and Im spouting off.

A portrait hung on the wall opposite it.

It was that of Count Ascura.

Isnt that too realistic?

Not to mention that its a bit skeletal.

Red eyes, protruding fangs.

Ascuras appearance in the painting was that of a vampire.

And the dreary atmosphere of the castle made the portrait look even scarier.

Of course, I was looking at the portrait from an aesthetic perspective.

The details and contrast are clumsy. Im embarrassed to say its an artists painting.

I felt like I was in someone elses house, spitting venom.

Its a good thing I didnt.

If it werent for this crap.

I wouldnt be able to do this alone.

Like the statue, youre a failure.

Also.

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Count Ascuras citadel.

As expected, it was not a crack to be taken lightly.

The players faces were covered in cold sweat.

The players faces were filled with cold sweat.

I feel like Im suffocating.

I cant believe this pressure, even with the buffs.

Doesnt it look like it? I feel bad about every single one of them.

She wasnt kidding.

In fact, from the moment they entered the castle.

They were suffering from all sorts of conditions.

[Count Ascura is watching you].

[Your mental strength is too low].

[Status: Fear is occurring].

I wasnt even face-to-face with Count Ascura.

Portraits of Count Ascura hang everywhere.

The portraits red pupils watched the players.

Found !

Hooray!

The portrait was found.

Uh!

I heard a muffled voice say.

I turned my head and there it was, a giant tin foil hat.

Or, more accurately, a woman pressed against the hat.

Before I could formulate a response, she was on me.

But what the hell, this speed.

I checked to see if she had wings on her legs.

I was even more surprised.

levitate.

The bridge was floating in the air!

I felt like crying.

Some people use science to save horsepower!

Someone is using magic power like that.

It was because I realized the disparity between the rich and poor.

But there was no response.

The hat looked up at my face.

I wonder if Ill ever see it, I thought.

The hat was pulled back, revealing a womans face.

Blonde hair.

Green eyes.

Pure white skin.

I recognised her face from somewhere.

And by recognisable, I mean shes probably a very famous player. The thought made my heart ache less.

Yeah, that kind of levitation isnt just for dogs and cows.

I saw you!

?

You, your magic!

She said that to me with a straight face.

To look at her, youd think I was Mr Wonderful Magic.

But I could tell by the twinkle in her eye.

She seemed genuine, not malicious.

What kind of skill was that? Ive never seen it before, and Ive watched that video dozens of times, and I still cant figure it out theres never been a magic-based skill I didnt know!

I see.

When you say youve watched the video dozens of times, youre probably referring to the square battle.

The magic I used there was very simple, building walls and pillars.

But you dont notice, because its magic, not a [skill].

I was just so curious, I couldnt help myself!

Suddenly-!

I looked at the face that stared back at me.

She was acting out of pure curiosity.

If shed understood and left Malgo, I might have answered her in the old days, mesmerised by her charming looks.

Can we talk about that strange magic!

But not now.

I opened my mouth.

About having manners.

What, , manners?

Those are the basics of being a learner.

That should have been enough.

I managed to add another word.

Unqualified. Fail.

@.

The exclamation point turned into a question mark.

Turned into a full stop.

The life had drained from her face.

She wouldnt look like that if she failed college.

There was a brief, cold silence.

Suddenly, words appeared in my vision.

[Skill, Natural Enemy triggered].

The message was simple.

The Counts Citadel.

The only monster to appear, Count Ascura.

It meant he had appeared.

I reflexively looked up the stairs.

And there he was, Count Ascura.

A vampire who looked exactly like his portrait.

Ascura.

I said, and he spoke back.

Ascura Count. Frail human.

His breath reeked of blood.

I wondered how many lives he had taken with those fangs.

It was very thick.

Tight.

It was enough to make the stunned woman press down on her hat and grip her staff.

But at the same moment.

I felt only one emotion.

I laughed.

An earl? That joke passes muster. Ascura.

A joke? I said clearly. Im an Ascura Count !!!

No. You are not a noble.

[Necklace with Blood Curse].

I held out the demonic item.

To disguise an ugly curse as power, to give it away and then take it back, as if it were ones own power. And all the dcor in the castle, which lacks the slightest hint of elegance.

what?

It means that you have not a shred of nobility left in you, Ascura, and.

I snapped one last time.

Why does an ugly vampire still call himself a noble?

That taunt was the signal.

Shut up! Ill kill you! You lowly human!

[The Necklace with Blood Curse was chosen as the sacrifice].

[Skill, Rite of Kuma is triggered].

[Vampire, invites Count Ascura to the Ritual].